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Die Reise

Die Reise: Buch Eins

     
Parsifal spots a grand opportunity,   Heinrich only sees an imminent danger.   Katze and Maus the boys' respective surnames,   Both lads of sixteen, young and still unbroken.   Their first stop is to meet Froschkoenig, who lives   In a swamp near Marienkind, their humble land.   They seek to emulate a local hero,   'Einem der Auszog das Fuerchten zu Lernen',   Who rescued seven young children from a large   Terrible wolf, and these youths became great kings.   He was Johannes, son of Gutehandel,   Once a simple farmer, now tale immortal.   A town bard, wunderliche spielmann, sets them   On a quest, by request from Min, the mighty   Goddess of War, who told him the Zwoelfbrueder,   Twelve enemy kings, will attack their land soon.   So they've left their town Lumpengesindel and   Have been on the road since. Parsifal misses   His schwesters, Heliabel and Dandrane,   Heinrich hopes his bruederchen Haensel is well.   The Maennlein im Walde, three little dwarrows,   Point them to the bog. They trust the dwarfish words,   And meet the Spinnerinnen along the way.   Three lofty zauberinnen, schlangenblaetter   The source of their zauber. Lord Weisseschlange   Gave them their enchanted staves: Strohhalm, Kohle,   And Bohne, with which they cast mighty spells. They   Prophecy vague words over the confused boys:   'Find the Fischer and his Frau, then Tapfere   Schneiderlein,' says Aschenputtel. Their raetsel   Continues: 'The black jackdaws will guide you on,   Frau Holle will feed your bellies. The Raben,   Her zaubic Order, will shepherd you along,'   Says Rotkaeppchen, daughter of gentle Hulda.   'In Brementown find some stadtmusikanten.   One will give you the Singendeknochen, a   Flute that can control the minds of beasts. The next   Will give you the Golden Haaren, three yellow   Ropes that can never be cut through. The third will   Give you two swords, Laeuschen and Flohchen, which can   Only be wielded by their owners. And so   You'll be. Beware of Maedchen ohne Haende,   Armless zauberin who'll send her servant Hanz   To thwart you in your journey. Elsie, our sprite,   Will take you to Teufel, in the town Himmel.   She will appear as a goldesel, donkey   Made of metal, and will speak three languages.   From Himmel go to Daumesdick, find Fuechsin,   Then go to the lands of the Wichtelmaenner.   Enter the lair of the Raeuberbraeutigam,   Lord Korbes, evil zauberer, and battle   Gevatter Tod. Find Frau Trude, mother of   Daumerling, whose eagle, Fitcher, will lead you   To the Machandelboom, the great World-Tree. Its   Guardian, Sultan Schwan, will take you to the   Tomb of sleeping Dornroeschen, his lover who   Awakes every hundred years. Her servant, small   Fundevogel, will take you to Drosselbart,'   Says Schneewittchen, the third zauberin. They leave   And make their way to Ranzenhuetleinhoernlein,   Home of the Toad-Lord. Rumpelstilzchen his name,   His butlers Roland, Hund, and Sperling answer.   They enter his house, long abandoned. It seems   The zauberer was arrested by Frieder   And Katerlieschen, the local sheriffs. Young   Buerle, a servant, is sweeping the dead floors.   'Where is Bienenkoenigin?' asks Parsifal.   The zauberer's wife may be here, if not him.   'She's in Goldenegans at the moment. Shall   I pass on a message?' 'No, we just came to   Get a map.' Heinrich finds the old scroll on a   Shelf, covered in feathers. Parsifal sees a   Picture of Queen Allerleirauh, the greatest   Karcist ever known. She could change into a   Thousand different forms. Daughter of King Hase,   She first perfected the art of shapeshifting.   They leave the house and search for the Fischer, who   Lives nearby. Amfortas son of Frimutel   Son of Titurel. His wife Theomacha   Lanced him and fled with his molten bronze statues,   The nine goddesses of light and dark zauber:   Morgen, Moronoe, and kind Mazoe,   Gliten, Glitonea, apple-eyed Gliton,   Tironoe, Titen elder, Titen young.   The Fischer tends to his eternal spear wound,   The dolorous stroke maiming his genitals,   Unable to seal the blight or stop the blood.   His loins wrapped in bandages, he fishes near   The river, singing to himself without end:   'A gaudeif and his great meester, Jorinde   And Joringel, some glueckskinder alone in   The welt. Fuchsmenschen, sons of Gretel Nelke,   Having to pay for their iniquitous sin...'   'Grossvater! Son of a wassernixe! We   Have come for your compass, Huehnchen. We need it.'   'Enkel, how dost thou know thou needest it so?'   'All things have been explained to us by a bard,   A mouthpiece of great Min the Kriegsgoettin. She   Has told us the things we need for the trip, and   From whence to retrieve them. We need your compass   To find the brave tailor, your brother Lustig.'   The zauberer sighs, and reaches into his   Mud-stained coat. Pulling out the liahona,   A smooth brass ball, within which are two spindles.   The top half of the ball has a hole carved in,   So they can see the spindles, one which points North,   The next which points them in their quest's direction.   They leave the Fischer, feeling Hanz on their tail.   Goldkind his surname, he's the Maedchen's servant,   Singende Springende Loeweneckerchen   Her real name, she's also called the Gaensemagd.   They now enter Erdmaenneken, the land of   The riesen, sons of Imer. Giant frost-beings,   Humans of impressive size, large as mountains.   Four schoena are one Milion, which is   Four-thousand eight-hundred and fifty-two feet.   Each riese is twenty-four schoena tall,   And six schoena wide. There are none smaller.   The riesen dwell on Goldenenberg, a peak   That reaches the heavens. Some local Raben   Also live near. Hildebrand Bauerntochter,   A good zauberin, sends Wasser-des-Lebens   To guide them to the tailor in Allwissend.   On the way, they find a geist in a bottle.   The spirit, Russiger, begs them for freedom.   'A reiche probably trapped it in here. It   Wouldn't be wise to let it out, lest it turn.'   'It doesn't appear evil,' offers Heinrich.   'Looks can be deceiving.' They leave the spirit;   Zauberer Baerenhaeuter trapped it therein.   The bird, a zaunkoenig, leads them to a door.   The tailor welcomes them in, and offers some   Suessebrei and bratwurst, which they gladly eat.   'Klugenleute, what brings you to my paddock?'   'Muellerbursch, we are wanderers on a quest   To stop a war. Igel, a local bard robed   In a totenhemdchen, was used by great Min   To give us a message. In some dornen, we   Must stop the Jaeger from invading our heim.'   'What do you need of me?' He's done this before.   'We need the Dreschflegel vom Himmel, the flail   That can break any blade.' 'Koenigskinder, the   Flail will unleash its power when you utter   These words: Die klare Sonne bringts an den tag.'   He finds the farming implement, which once was   Used by King Blauelicht Eigensinnige,   Born a feldscherer, later a warlord by   Power of Min. The king of the Swabians   Passed the flail down his line as an old heirloom.   Now it shall be used once more. They take their leave.   'Handwerksburschen, take care!' calls out the tailor.   'Thank you, Koenigssohn who had fear of nothing!'   They set off once more, circling the Golden Mount,   Camping occasionally to eat some kraut.   Their rations are scarce, but they are watched over   By Min, the Alte im Wald. They call on the   Nine Grossmuetter for strength. The goddesses heed.   They're in the lands of King Ferdinand Getrue,   Called Eisenofen, a dry and hardy realm.   Kunstreichen, another Raben, sends forth his   Birds, Einaeuglein, Zweiaeuglein and Dreiaeuglein,   To lead them. The boys leave their camp and trek on,   Katrinelje and Pifpafpoltrie, the great   Sun-goddess and moon-god, smiling on them. They   Have no horses, zertanzten schuhe on their   Tired feet. But they keep on, Dieners of Fate.   They approach the town of Schwarzebraut, one step   Closer to completing their great commission.
   

Die Reise: Buch Zwei

   
Eisenhanz, as he is known by his rivals,   Is a gift to prinzessinnen, curse to kings.   The lone son of Knoist, he hails from small Brakel.   His household was poor, the little laemmchen had   No proper food or clothing. He left to learn   Zauber in Simeliberg, great hungersnot   Seizing his land. With only his eselein,   He travelled to Ruebe, not ungrateful for   Little blessings. Refreshened by the streams and   Various getier, he followed the great   Hahnenbalken in the sky. A bettelfrau   Met him on the way, and the foul traveller   Was rude to her. It was the Maedchen disguised,   And she made him her pitiful knecht for life.   From hirtenbueblein to zauberer, he's come   Far. He can turn a thaler into a stern,   And a heller into a braut. The cunning   Schlickerling takes the form of a red sparrow.   Parsifal and Heinrich have left Schwarzebraut,   Schlaraffenland their next destination. Its   Town, Bremen, is where they will find the singers.   Schneeweisschen and her Rosenrot, two Raben,   Give the boys a vision of a glass coffin.   'Our end goal,' muses Parsifal. Heinz is the   Jackdaw that guides them this time. They find Bremen,   And spot singers at the town centre, a greif   Their symbol, stitched on their bosoms. Hagere   Liese is the first musician. From a hut   In the old forest, aged with lieb and with leid.   Rohrdommel and Wiedehopf are her partners.   An eule named Lebenszeit perched on her head,   They call themselves Boten des Todes. Heinrich,   Son of Pfriem and Eva, and tall Parsifal   Approach them. Liese is a nixe, and is   Called Gaensehirtin by the locals. Without   Speaking, she hands them a flute the size of a   Nagel. The next hands them three coils of gold rope.   Next two rusty blades are given, Parsifal   Taking Laeuschen, Heinrich wielding Flohchen. They   Set course for the town Grab, and three more Raben   Send their familiars to guide them: Spindel,   Weberschiffchen, and Nadel send scouts Bauer,   Brosamen, and Meerhaeschen to lead the youths.   Hanz, meisterdieb, is catching up, in the guise   Of a trommler, holding a kornaehre, his   Concealed staff. They reach Grabhuegel, meeting old   Rinkrank, in reality Elsie, disguised   As a golden onager. They hop on the   Automaton and head for Himmel, the sprite   Giving them a small kristallkugel to scout   For danger. Maid Maleen, wife of Teufel, greets   Them with gifts: stiefel made of bueffelleder,   And a gold schluessel which can open any   Lock. Teufel, real name Josef, comes back home from   The city Apostel, with a rose for his   Frau. Armut and Demut, their sons, join them for   Dinner. The boys tuck in: butterbrot, ham, cheese.   'Gottes speise!' says Parsifal. Maleen laughs.   'Little gruenerzweig, it's simple food. I can't   Offer you something grand like a sip from the   Muttergottesglaeschen, or a view of the   Himmlische Hochzeit, the grand spectacle. I   Only have some simple haselrute and   Pfeffer. Nothing great for Parsifal nephew   Of Gurnemanz and noble son of kindly   Queen Herzeleide and Gamuret, son of   Gandin son of Addanz son of Lazaliez   Son of Mazadan,' she says with a firm nod.   'Nevertheless, it's delicious,' he assures.   They leave content and ready, eyes set up north,   Nachtigall and Blindschleiche sending their birds,   Messer, Schlachtens, Gaensehirt, Gestiefelte,   Serviette, and midnight-eyed Tornister,   Kanonenhuetlein, Gasterei, and horned Dumm.   The birds lead them to Blaubart, then Okerlo,   Then Hurleburlebutz, then to Maeusehaut.   Birnen in their bags, they're close to Moerderschloss.   Passing schreiners and drechslers through the land Prinz,   Fields of schneeblumen that can make you fleissig.   Their clothes are stitched lappen, but like Kuemmernis   They proceed, kraehen leading them to Loewe,   Marching like soldaten to war, though at peace.   No ungluecken on their journey yet, no wild   Men to harass them. They reach the city Schmied,   Known for its weapons. But they're not here for arms.   Heinrich thinks. 'Peredur, why did Min choose us?'   'I don't know,' Parsifal admits. 'Min is strange.   Known under many epithets and guises:   Urteufelin, and the cold Hoellenrose,   Aradia, Gundrigia, and Kundrie.   But to most she is the dark Namenlos, the   Strickerin des Krieges, her own agency.'   'Your ancestor was a fay, right?' Heinrich asks.   'Mazadan married a nixe from the Land   Of Joy.' 'I wonder who his ancestors were.'   He laughs. 'I'll indulge you. The line goes like this:   Isch, Schet, Enosch, Kenan, then Mahalalel,   Lords Jered, Chanoch, Metuschalach, Lemech,   Then Noach, Schem, Arpakschad, Kainan, Schelach,   Lords Ever, Paleg, Rewu, Serug, Nachor,   Then Terach, Avram, Jitzchak and Jaakov,   Lords Jehudah, Peretz, Chetzron and great Ram,   Then Aminadav, Nachschon, Salmon, Boaz,   Lords Oved, Jischai, David, and Schelomoh,   Then Rechavam, Avijah, and then Asa,   Lords Jehoschafat, Jehoram, Achazjah,   Then Jehoasch, Amazjah, and Uzijah,   Lords Jotam, Achaz, Chizkijah, Menascheh,   Then Amon, Joschijah, and Jehojakim,   Lords Jekonjah, Pedajah, Zerubavel,   Then Avihud, great Eljakim, and Azur,   Tzadok, Akim, Elihud, Eliezer,   Matan, Jaakov, Josef, and great Schimon.   Schimon's son was Mazadan, whose wife gave birth   Two-thousand one-hundred and fifty-six years   After conceiving, as typical of fay;   Lazaliez and Brickus, twins. Their children had   Normal gestations, however.' They reach Daum,   And find Frau Fuechsin, great zauberin. She sells   Various ointments and perfumes, the local   Apothecary. With a toothy smile she   Offers them medicines of diverse kinds. They   Politely refuse, and instead buy some gauze   And bandages. They leave for Dunkelf Land, the   Realm of Lichtelf Land, land of the Lichtelves, left   Behind. They enter a hell within heaven.   Hanz decides to demoralize them. The mage   Gives both of them nightmares on their first day in   The darklands. Nevertheless they persevere.   They soon find a traveller who's seen a beast   On the road ahead, dwelling in a castle.   'The beast has the paws of a lion and his   Body is covered in thorny scales, his feet   Have claws of a vulture, and his head bears the   Horns of a wild bull. His tail and phallus each   End in a snake's head. His roar is a whirlwind,   His jaws are flame, and his breath is Death itself.'   'Sounds just like my grandmother,' says Parsifal.   'The creature is the serf of Korbes Klingsor,   The ruling zauberer of this land. Kill it.'   They promise, and continue. 'So now we know   What Gevatter Tod looks like.' 'I fear his lord,   Not the beast itself.' They soon find the castle,   Moerderschloss. Its ghostly form hangs over them.   The boys are nervous. But Parsifal acts brave:   'Mazadan, or Mazal-dan in Hebraeisch,   Was a starry judge, afraid at his quests' start.   But he always did what was necessary,   Even when it wasn't so convenient.   He pushed through, and so his royal line, the great   House of the Unbesiegbarenkoenige,   Will remain a noble branch I can preserve.   So let's make your ancestors, and mine, very   Proud.' Smiling, Heinrich leads with a battle-cry:   'By the power of the Dreifaltigkeit! Im   Namen des Vaters, und des Sohnes, und des   Heiligen Geistes!' They charge the dread building,   The fight is fierce, the beast cruel, its lord   Absent, perhaps eaten by his creation.   They slay the stout monster with the flail and their   Blades, and decide to take its toenail as a   Token of their fight. The creature is conquered   Surprisingly quickly, and with much ease. 'I   Think we're naturals,' says Heinrich. Parsifal   Agrees. 'Where to next?' 'Frau Trude's place. We need   To hurry. Min gave us six days. We've used four.'   So they rush to their next destination, the   Wind in their feet and Sun in their tallow hair.
   

Die Reise: Buch Drei

   
'Thank you, Weisedame. You've been of much help.'   'The pleasure's mine, boys. Complete your quest!' says she.   They follow Fitcher to a mountain, where the   World-Tree stands, its nine worlds perched on its branches:   Goettergart, Elf-Heim, from whence came Lichtelves, Fay,   And Dunkelves, Nebel-Heim, eastern Riesen-Heim,   From whence came the riesen, Mitgart, Engel-Heim,   Feuer-Heim, Schwarzelfen-Heim, from whence the tough   Dwarrows came, and Totenreich, where dead souls go.   In the Tree lives the mighty hawk Wedfolner,   The stags Dain, Dwalin, Dunehr, Duratror,   The squirrel Ratatosk, messenger of great   Hraeswelg, and the nine serpents at the Tree's roots:   Nidhogg, Goin, Moin, Grafwitner, Grabak,   Ofner, Swafner, Grafwollud, and Jormungand.   The nine protector goddesses of the Tree   Approach them: Himinglaeva Gjalp, Dufa Greip,   Blodughadda Eistla, Hefring Ehrgjafa,   Uder Ulfrun, Hron Angeja, Bilgja Imd,   Drofen Atla, and great Kolga Jarnsaksa,   Daughters of Aegir and his beloved Ran.   They offer them water from the Tree's three wells:   Erdarbrun, Hwergelmer, and bright Mimisbrun.   The eagle Hraeswelg watches all of the worlds,   Seeing all past, present, and future events.   Parsifal and Heinrich drink, and the Sultan   Appears. Old Aegir smiles, and greets them, grinning.   'My dear Ran waited for you.' He leads them to   A cave, where a glass coffin rests. Inside is   A sleeping beauty, Dornroeschen, Aegir's Ran.   'She will wake in five minutes. You came on time.'   Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, hair black as   Ebony. She opens her gentle eyes, and   Laughs. 'Peredur! Great to see you, and your friend!'   He doesn't question how she knows his nickname,   Only bows respectfully. 'Where is Vogel,   Your servant?' She summons her familiar,   A silver eagle with three heads and twelve wings,   And instructs him to guide them to Drosselbart.   She'll fall asleep once more in a hundred days.   Aegir and Ran wish them well, and they take leave.   Fundevogel leads them on their final trek,   To meet the zauberer, Bertilak the Green,   After whom Drosselbart was named, each locale   Called after a zauberer or zauberin.   'I'm puzzled. How does the Great Tree carry the   Nine Worlds, and yet is planted in one? It's on   Mitgart, and yet Mitgart, like the other worlds,   Is held in its branches.' 'It's an illusion.   To us Mitgarters the Tree appears planted   In Mitgart, to the Wanir in Engel-Heim,   To the Aesir in Goettergart. In truth it   Is rooted nowhere, as it is the Root of   All Reality.' They're close to Hautdesert,   The official name for Drosselbart City.   'My ancestors once ruled all these diverse lands.'   'Mazadan's people?' 'Mazadan was granted   Immortality, as he was accepted   Into the fay nation. He and his wife saw   Their sons grow into men of renown. But they,   Unlike their parents, were mortal. So they had   To make the most of their short lives, and conquered   Various realms for their own. Their great kingdom   They called Skandza. Skandza was split into three   States: Irmin, Ingwin, and Iskio. In these   Vast states lived various peoples; Ostrogoths,   Visigoths, Vandals, Gepids, and some Saxons,   Burgundians, Thuringi, and some Lombards,   Bavarians, Romans, Bretons, Franks, and some   Alamanni. There were also foreigners.   Each group lived in peace with one another, with   People of different orientations, too:   Sapphists, uranians, and non-binaries,   Amphiphylophiles, and demisexuals,   Diemphylics, transsexuals, two-spirits,   The intersex, the queer, and the questioning,   Asexuals, cishets, and pansexuals,   And polyamorous people. All as one.'   'What happened?' 'War,' he says grimly. 'War came and   The unity was lost. Ignorance grew. We   Fear what we don't understand and hate what we   Fear. So minorities became outcasts, and   The Kingdom split into various kingdoms.'   They travel on, chatting about great legends   Like Woglinde, Wellgunde, and Flosshilde,   Queens of the deathless nixen, also called fay.   The fire-limbed sun is shining, the wind cool.   'Who will you marry once you become a king?'   'I have my eyes set on one. Kondwiramurs.'   'Is she a nice girl?' 'Lovely. She's been writing   Poetry and letters for me, sending them   Via pigeon as we've done this quest.' 'Well, how   Do you know it's her?' 'I know her handwriting.   I can identify her C, U, and T   From any other. What about you, Heinrich?'   'The one I long for is far from my reach. They   Are ever near me, yet still beyond my grasp.'   They reach Drosselbart, their final location.   'We are supposed to meet someone at this place.'   To their great surprise, they find Hanz at the gates.   'We don't want to hurt you.' The old zauberer   Laughs. 'A thousand of you couldn't hurt me.' They   Ready their weapons. He raises a bare hand.   'Peace. I mean no harm.' 'The Spinnerinnen would   Disagree.' 'Erd, Werdandi, and Skuld have been   Fools from the beginning. I was sent to stop   You. To deter you, out of good intentions.'   'Deter us from what?' 'From starting a war, child.'   'You make no sense. We were sent to prevent a   War from happening.' 'You did the opposite.'   He explains: 'The beast you killed, Gevatter Tod,   Was once Parsifal's half-brother, Feirefiz.'   Parsifal is shocked. 'You lie!' 'Before your dad   Met your mother, he married Belakane.   This queen bore Feirefiz after Gamuret   Left for war in his native lands. Snatched by the   Zauberer Klingsor a while later, with spells   He was transformed into a monster. A great   Beast that struck fear into enemy kings. 'Twas   Your brother that kept them at bay. He was the   Guardian of our lands.' Realization.   'And we killed him.' 'He had been weakened before   Your arrival, by a servant of Kundrie.'   Heinrich is shattered. Parsifal feels dizzy.   'So…this means…' 'That it was Min's plan all along.   She orchestrated all of this. Sent you on   A quest that would bring doom to us all. Her plan   Was a success.' 'But why...why would she do this?'   'War is its own agent, boy. It has no rhyme   Or reason. It only seeks to take more lives.'   Parsifal falls to his knees. His eyes weep streams.   'No…this can't be…' As if on cue, loud sirens   Blare a warning message across the city,   Sirens in each town and nearby settlement:   'BALDER, MEILI, WIDAR, NEP, WALI, DONNER,   HILDOLF, HERMOD, SIGI, SKJOLD, INGWI-FROH, AND   ITREKSJOD! SONS OF WOTAN AND FREJA! FLEE!'   Heinrich kneels by his friend. Hanz shakes his head and   Flies away in the form of a bird. 'Heinrich...   What have we done?' He wipes the tears from his face.   'Mein liebling...Peredur...I don't know. But I   Do know that, whatever happens now, we will   Face it together. I will never leave you,   Nor forsake you.' He hugs him. The clouds darken.   'You're my grail, Heinrich. My power comes from you.'   Young Heinrich must be strong for Parsifal's sake.   'You're the son of a king. If he were alive,   I know he would tell you how proud he was of   The man you became. We'll fix this, Parsifal.'   'But where do we even start?' Heinrich smiles. 'We   Start by going home. It's time to take your throne.'   So they set off. Si vis pacem, fac bellum.   The jackdaws have left them. They're on their own now.   In time Parsifal and Kondwiramurs will   Have two brave sons; Kardeiz and Lohengrin. But   For now the two boys are in the jaws of War,   And must pry themselves from its toothy hold one   Fight at a time. 'Jahowah ist mein Hirte,   Mir wird nichts mangeln,' Parsifal says calmly.   'Jawohl. Und Ich werde bleiben im hause   Jahowah immerdar,' adds Heinrich with hope.   The boys journey onward. The Sun hides her eyes,   The Moon his wool-white beard. Even the great stars   Conceal their hosts. But the two will be fine. For   They choose to make their own destiny. The road   Winds on endlessly, broad horizons ahead.   Parsifal only sees imminent danger,   But Heinrich spots some grand opportunities.
   

A series of poems written by Captain Richard, started on the day his planet was destroyed and finished years later.


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